If I were a bourbon drinking woman, I'd be thinking about a water hose/straw idea.

Jim Beam was Grandpa's favorite drink. When we were kids we would offer to mix him a drink and he would agree and sing our praises from the living room as we were busy adding salt or pepper or sugar or some other hard to detect additive...just to see if he could tell. Then we would deliver his drink, bringing it close but not fully within his reach and tell him it would cost him some change...any change...whatever he had. He knew to pass out change frugally because as the night wore on, we'd be repeating this act over and over and over and over....

As an adult I have never liked the taste of Jim Beam. I haven't smelled it since Grandpa passed. I used to HATE the smell. I bet I wouldn't hate it so much anymore.

ooops.

that should have been a POST not a COMMENT.

*grins*

Not that I like Bourbon but I would gladly have assisted in cleaning up with buckets and glasses in hand and ensured my neighbours bucket(s) was/were filled to the brim. They really are spoil-sports!

Beats the story about the Blob of East Egg Township. Much tastier, too.